It Must Be Christmas: Three Holiday Stories

She didn’t look away as he continued to pet her. The intensity of her gaze, the dark sensuality of her flushed cheeks and full lips fueled his fire. She pushed herself up and reached out with one hand to stroke his cock. “God, Nate. You’re so hard.”


A wave of lust stole over him and punched straight into his gut. He took Chloe down to the bed and laid himself out on top of her, careful to shift the bulk of his weight off of her. His mouth seized hers again, slanting with a desperate ferocity as he thrust his tongue inside of her mouth. Her passion matched his and then some. Nate thrust into her hand, fucking her palm at the same time his tongue fucked her mouth. He gripped the lacy elastic band of her underwear and plunged his hand inside. A groan vibrated in his throat as he made contact with the slick heat of her pussy. Her lips were swollen, her clit hard and protruding from between them. Her arousal coated his fingers as he slid between the folds and what had started out as slow, easy caresses escalated into something purposeful and desperate.

Her quiet moans turned into loud mewling cries that echoed off the stark hotel room walls. She shifted, pulling her hips back but Nate refused to let her shy from his touch. He wanted her mindless and ready to beg if he asked her to. Hell, he’d beg her if she wanted him to.

“You’re going to make me come, Nate.” Chloe sucked in a sharp breath. Her thighs quivered around his hand. She was close.

“Not until I’m inside of you.” Nate pushed himself up and tore into the foil packet. He rolled the condom onto his erection in a single stroke. He jerked Chloe’s underwear off and scooped her leg up in the crook of his arm as he positioned himself at her opening. Her arm came up to encircle his neck and her fingernails scraped over the stubble of hair at the back of his neck. Her eyes held his and a tremor of fear rippled through him. He felt as though she could see right into his soul.

The darkness that he’d tried to bury threatened to surface and Nate pushed it back down. He needed to stay in the moment. To feel. To do whatever it took to keep that motherfucking endless void at bay. He eased the head of his cock into her pussy and Chloe’s thighs fell open. He took a deep breath and thrust deep inside of her on a guttural exhale.

This was what he needed. Nate stilled as he adjusted to her tight hold that squeezed him like a fist. He pulled out slowly and thrust again, eliciting a gasp from Chloe. “God, I love that sound.” He kept his mouth close to her ear as he repeated the motion. She writhed beneath him, her hips jerking up to meet his. He rolled his hips, seating himself as deep as he could go and she rewarded him for his effort with another sharp intake of breath. “How do you want it, Chloe? I want to hear you say it.”

“Just like that,” she said through pants of breath. “Fuck me hard, Nate. And don’t stop until I come.”

*

When Chloe set out to win a chunk of Nate Christensen’s newly acquired fortune, this wasn’t how she’d planned the night to end. Not that she was complaining. It had been a long damned time since a man rocked her world. And right now the earth was positively quaking beneath her.

Nate fucked her as though he knew her inside and out. He wasn’t about to pound into her like some groaning mass of man-flesh. He made sex an art form. A sensual dance that left Chloe breathless and trembling, drawing out her pleasure until she didn’t think she could take another moment of his careful assault. She’d known he was intense, that something boiled under the surface of his unshakable fa?ade. What would it be like to bring a man like that to the edge of his control? Lord, she wanted to find out.

Nate eased the leg he held in the cradle of his arm up higher, allowing him to penetrate her more deeply. She wrapped her free leg around his hip and dug her heel into the muscular globes of his ass as she angled her hips up to meet his. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so good.

“Your pussy is so tight, Chloe. So wet.” Nate’s voice strained with each word as he lowered his mouth to hers. He kissed her as deeply as he fucked her. With the same slow, deliberate motion. His free hand wandered up her torso, over the swell of her breast, and came to rest at her throat. Long fingers gripped her with enough purpose for her to recognize his barely restrained strength. His open mouth searched hers, his tongue danced with hers in a slippery tangle.

“Faster, Nate. Harder. Make me come.”

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